Take care.Had 'em checked this week. Both are perfect.
This shit started back when I was in the seventh grade. After hitting the ground (and my head) a few times, I got hauled down to the U of M hospital and had every test known to man done on me. At the end of a week of torture, they said they didn't have a clue, and that if I could feel the "spells" coming on, get my head down and get low so I didn't have as much distance from my noggin to the floor. Pretty much grew out of it past my mid 20s or so. Got tore up from the floor up last night, and I'm kinda thinkin' that was what caused today's little drama. Still feeling a little weird, but I am a little weird, so I guess I'm in character.
Wow hippie that’s some scary shit passing out like that. that happened to my hubby when I was giving him a haircut in the kitchen. Just fell into my arms scared me to death. Called the ambulance. Seems that he he taken his night time BP med in the morning along with the daytime stuff. His BP was super low. You may need to go check it out again if it keeps happeningJust got back from taking my bride to a late lunch at our little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Looks like I'm gonna have to find a new place 'cause I embarrassed the shit outta myself.
We were sitting there, munching our chow, when a familiar feeling comes over me. I can feel my face getting tingly, and everything starts to grey out. Knowing I'm about to go out, I put my head down. Next thing I know, I hear the Old Hen saying, "Help me!". I'm thinking she's talking to me, so I tell her that I'm OK. Then I notice I'm no longer in the booth and am laying in a ball on the 22oz level loop carpet. I shake it off, crawl my dumb ass back in the booth, and try and console the wife. The waitress came over and said, "I missed it. Are you ok? What happened?"
I tell her that the wife got mad and pushed me outta the booth. I don't think she bought it.
Bet I gave 'em something to talk about after I left!
Honey, if'n you were giving me a haircut, I'd be passin' out, too. Haven't had one since '75. TINS.
I kept watching thinking the pooch would shred the pool liner. My dogs nails would open that pool up in a heart beat…
Hippie that is scary brotherJust got back from taking my bride to a late lunch at our little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Looks like I'm gonna have to find a new place 'cause I embarrassed the shit outta myself.
We were sitting there, munching our chow, when a familiar feeling comes over me. I can feel my face getting tingly, and everything starts to grey out. Knowing I'm about to go out, I put my head down. Next thing I know, I hear the Old Hen saying, "Help me!". I'm thinking she's talking to me, so I tell her that I'm OK. Then I notice I'm no longer in the booth and am laying in a ball on the 22oz level loop carpet. I shake it off, crawl my dumb ass back in the booth, and try and console the wife. The waitress came over and said, "I missed it. Are you ok? What happened?"
I tell her that the wife got mad and pushed me outta the booth. I don't think she bought it.
Bet I gave 'em something to talk about after I left!
Did you smoke or take any canna products today ?Had 'em checked this week. Both are perfect.
This shit started back when I was in the seventh grade. After hitting the ground (and my head) a few times, I got hauled down to the U of M hospital and had every test known to man done on me. At the end of a week of torture, they said they didn't have a clue, and that if I could feel the "spells" coming on, get my head down and get low so I didn't have as much distance from my noggin to the floor. Pretty much grew out of it past my mid 20s or so. Got tore up from the floor up last night, and I'm kinda thinkin' that was what caused today's little drama. Still feeling a little weird, but I am a little weird, so I guess I'm in character.
Wowza! Hang in there brother!Just got back from taking my bride to a late lunch at our little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Looks like I'm gonna have to find a new place 'cause I embarrassed the shit outta myself.
We were sitting there, munching our chow, when a familiar feeling comes over me. I can feel my face getting tingly, and everything starts to grey out. Knowing I'm about to go out, I put my head down. Next thing I know, I hear the Old Hen saying, "Help me!". I'm thinking she's talking to me, so I tell her that I'm OK. Then I notice I'm no longer in the booth and am laying in a ball on the 22oz level loop carpet. I shake it off, crawl my dumb ass back in the booth, and try and console the wife. The waitress came over and said, "I missed it. Are you ok? What happened?"
I tell her that the wife got mad and pushed me outta the booth. I don't think she bought it.
Bet I gave 'em something to talk about after I left!
Nope. No weed today and the weather was beautiful. Wasn't the least bit overheated.
